There Is No Rose
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu
Alleluia
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space
Res miranda
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three
Pari forma
The angels sung the shepherds to
Gloria in excelsis deo
Gaudeamus
Leave we all this worldly mirth
And follow we this joyful birth
Transeamus
Alleluia, res miranda
Pares forma, gaudeamus
Transeamus